back story, we have spent forever pet-less due to allergies. finally, hubby agreed to letting the kids get a pet that would stay contained and not have free reign of the house, so we adopted Bunny the guinea pig last week.
well, i am a SUCKER for google. i do it too much and load up on way too much information (mostly on self diagnosed illnesses:) so i read guineas like to have buddies. i read it over and over again and then talked to someone at the 100th trip to petsmart. sooooooo, I purchased another guinea pig as a friend for Bunny. his name is Fluffy.
well this was a fab idea until Bunny-the-guinea pig kicked Fluffy-the-guinea pig's ass. it wasn't pretty and now i spend 50% of my day babysitting kickboxing guinea pigs. not fun. peyton runs to save 'her' pig and beckham is quick to defend 'his' pig. we are family divided over here.
last night, i heard peyton say this to beckham (in a bitter voice) "beckham, you are just mad that my guinea pig is cuter than yours!"
I swear to you, beckham looked up with shock and and horror that anyone, ever would suggest such a preposterous notion about his beloved guinea pigs. HE COVERED HIS GUINEAS EARS! it was... classic.
needless to say, one of our guineas has to be returned to the pet store because after many test runs of the pigs sharing a space has ended in tears from my kids and one scared little guinea pigs. i'm over it!
worrying about the kids being upset, i thought picking up another pet, a kinder one, before returning the hotheaded guinea, would be the easiest way.
we visited a pet store that took the kids and i an hour to get to (picture crying, screaming, hot, and bored kids in the backseat of the car). we walked in and saw the guineas housed with little dwarf bunnies...we saw one, we fell in love with one and it was part of the family ten minutes later. a bag of pellets, a salt lick, and a sweet and tiny thumper looking baby bunny later...we were on the way to soccer practice and i was hooked!
cross your fingers that this will work because i am only into week two of owning a pet and i'm about ready to move out and let animal kingdom reign in all it's glory in the darwish household!
cleaning the cage, feeding, nurturing, supervising, dusting, and vacuuming takes up a lot of my day but watching my babies love and care for these little pets...well, it just makes it easier for me to do the dirty work.
and i can't resist this little bunny!
meet Fluff! peyton named her.
quite honestly, i think this is all oprah's fault. i bought baby bunny because i am devastated. if i hear one more, so long-farewell song to the oprah winfrey show...i may just throw myself on the floor and start kicking, screaming, and crying. my stomach aches each time i hear the tributes and the countdown. its like the big hoopla before your 30th birthday. it's not the day you turn 30, 40, 50, ... that hurts- it's the days before the actual birthday. it hurts:)
the same way with oprah ending, i suspect.
so, the bunny is making me feel better! that's my story and my sticking to it!
another post tonight! xoxo